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Oh the things I do for my grandparents, honestly. Today I have:
1) Got my first parking ticket.
2) Pulled my back.
(1) was because the grandfather is disabled, and he needed shopping, so I drove him into the local town centre and we parked in a disabled parking space. Half an hour later we returned, and there was the ticket - because one of the parking discs was the wrong way round. Both grandparents are now all riled up about it (apparently the local warden is a f**kwit, who fined one of their friends for having a disc upside-down), but personally I'm just going to pay because unless the court is feeling charitable (HAH!) technically we are in the wrong. But, really *snarl*.
(2) The Grandfather also wants to cement part of the yard this weekend. So we bought three bags of cement. At the yard two strapping lads heaved them into the wee car. At the other end, well, there was me and Grandad. Depressing that I was the strongest soul in a five mile radius. The level of the car boot being what it was, the only way to get those dratted things out was to break every rule in the book about lifting. I could just tell what was going to happen. Anyway, got them out fine, but an hour or so later and OW.
On the plus side, I have been plied with Baileys and some homemade damson gin. Great stuff, the world does seem more rosey now :)
1) Got my first parking ticket.
2) Pulled my back.
(1) was because the grandfather is disabled, and he needed shopping, so I drove him into the local town centre and we parked in a disabled parking space. Half an hour later we returned, and there was the ticket - because one of the parking discs was the wrong way round. Both grandparents are now all riled up about it (apparently the local warden is a f**kwit, who fined one of their friends for having a disc upside-down), but personally I'm just going to pay because unless the court is feeling charitable (HAH!) technically we are in the wrong. But, really *snarl*.
(2) The Grandfather also wants to cement part of the yard this weekend. So we bought three bags of cement. At the yard two strapping lads heaved them into the wee car. At the other end, well, there was me and Grandad. Depressing that I was the strongest soul in a five mile radius. The level of the car boot being what it was, the only way to get those dratted things out was to break every rule in the book about lifting. I could just tell what was going to happen. Anyway, got them out fine, but an hour or so later and OW.
On the plus side, I have been plied with Baileys and some homemade damson gin. Great stuff, the world does seem more rosey now :)
